Who Cut the Cheese?

I will remember Newfoundland for its fish and brewis, Nova Scotia for its fiddles, New Brunswick for the mussels, and PEI for their small-hall ceilidhs, and Quebec for ….

In a word … cheese. Delectable, goat and sheep cheese which we have found at small farms and grocery stores. And today we acquired two more cheeses unexpectedly.

At today’s Saturday farmers market , we donated to two women raising money for breast cancer. The energetic road warriors are going to Morocco for a desert road rally. As we handed over cash they gave us small packages of cheese from a nearby cheese maker (Bedouin Cheese) who has been enlisted as one of their sponsors. So appropos.

That made nine cheeses and counting in our small van fridge. Each time we open the door it’s like we’ve stepped into a fromagerie … whiffs of Gruyère, Boursin, Haloumi, and a few mystery cheeses fill the cabin.

I’m reminded of that old commercial which talked about how to incentivize your adult children to leave home … stop cooking with cheese. Apparently, a lesson Coleen and I never took to heart.Read more